Come with me on this beautiful trip
Across the ancient land of life
To see the trees and taste the fruit
Don’t be afraid, I don’t judge
You can not know what I know
You can not see the way I do
You can not understand how the breeze smells with heightened senses
I wake before you and stay
Not to sleep, not to dream
In slumber
But awake
I pity you
I need no drugs, no substance here
I was born to always wander along the tips of toes
You can never know what I am
For if you did,
You would beg for me to let you too….
Be free
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